Lyra still had her arm linked with Vannie's and began dragging the girl off from that arrogant Quinn man. She was ready for someone else, maybe a nice female. THERE'S ONE!

Lyra walked up and stopped, with the Hufflepuff Prefect dragging beside her. "Hi," she greeted in a soft voice as it was not as exciting meeting the females as it was the males. "What was your name again?" She had no clue about anything Quidditch! She just knew that these were famous people that someone else knew. "And how did you become the..." what position did she play? OH YEAH! "Seeker? Do you like it?" Well DUH!

[color=brown]He rolled his eyes at his best friend. He was so crushing on Kizzie. If there was anymore teasing about the Bunbury crush, he was going to threaten to tell Alice. hehe

After watching his friend walk off, he turned to Kizzie and said, "my name's Torin. And you can sign this." As he spoke, he took out a piece of parchment out from his pocket. Parchment he had put in there for today, He handed it to her, smiling.

"I am such a big fan of yours! You are amazing!"

Calm down, Torin...

Oh, the woman was ignoring her. Or, more likely, Kiri had been speaking far too quietly to be heard.

The tent was full of excited talking now as people clustered around the Quidditch players. She was debating whether to try and make herself known again when a few other students rushed past her. Kiri decided to hang back again, just to see what would happen. But Miss Greene was smiling and chatting animatedly with the people who, unlike Kiri, had been bold enough to come forward. And, as autographs appeared to be given out now, Kiri took out her little piece of parchment and a quill again and stepped forward.

She pushed and shoved until she had some room, and then Kiri was standing right in front of the woman. "Oh, er..." she cleared her throat hastily. Work, voice! "M-miss Greene? I... wonder if I could have your a-autograph?"

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Noticing another teenage wizard waiting to get her attention, Kizzie motioned for him to step forward and offered him a warm smile. "What can I do for you?"

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"Hehe."


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"Hehehe."


Plymouth offered his arms for a hug? No, that's what he did. He offered his arms for a hug with his little mischievous grin perfectly in place. "You are PRETTTY. I mean, pretty good. I mean, REAL GOOD. Real good. Did you know?"

"Lyraaa! I wasn't donee!" Vanessa pouted, as she turned her head to have one last look at Quinn. Typical Lyra. At least she had got the man's autograph. Turning back around probably, she grinned a Lyra, wondering who she was being dragged off to now.

Oh a female. Well that wasn't nearly as fun as meeting the males really. Well she couldn't really say yet....she hadn't met any famous females. "Hey." Vannie greeted the woman after Lyra had done so. This one was the seeker right? Oh...Lyra did just say that...so must be. "Nice playing." She nodded with a smile. Well...hopefully she woman had played nicely....Vannie had been looking elsewhere.

Melanie blinked a few times trying to take in the reality of the fact she was talking to the Emma Greene, taking a deep breath to calm herself so she didn't make a fool of herself.

Ohhhh no!! Waaaaait!! She called her by the name her mom called her when she was in trouble?!

This. Was. Not. Good.

"Ohhh!! I'm so sorry!! Do you want me to call you Ms. Greene from now on or- or I could call you just Emma if that's okay with you...Or does that sound too unprofessional? How about-"

Wait...Just wait a sec here...Was she laughing? Oh...She was. She'd been joking then...?

Noooooooooo!...That made things even more embarrassing after that ramble. Melanie felt her cheeks heat up, turning a light pink color and glanced down at her feet. Well, on the bright side she was having no problem speaking now.

"I'm sorry." Melanie repeated, biting her lip slightly. "It's just...I'm really, really excited to meet you." she said, this time her words coming out quietly, glancing up at Emma again. She seemed really nice... Not at all arrogant like some of the others seemed to be. As Emma asked her name she gave her an excited grin, unable to help herself. "Melanie, Melanie Lockhart." she replied brightly, rocking nervously back and forth on her feet. Now, thankfully, that reply was something she couldn't mess up. Too much practice. "Can I pretty please have your autograph?" she asked her hopefully, trying to get to the point so she couldn't embarrass herself any further. Or pass out from excitement. Or forget the autograph altogether.

Pffffffttttt, there were just too many possibilities of bad things that could happen.

Emma looked at another young witch, all decked out in pink. She blinked at how she didn't know her name. But then, she didn't look like a girl that follows quidditch all that much, if not at all. "Well, I'm Emma Greene, but can call me Emma and I'm the seeker for the Chuddley Cannons at your service." she nodded at her. "well, every since I was a young gal, my mum couldn't get me away from the broomstick for long. I loved flying and quidditch seemed like the natural sport to get into. I started as a seeker right in this very pitch." she grinned. Being back here brings back so many memories.

"Why hello there. I'm sorry. I didn't see you there." She smiled at the girl. What's your name, sweetie? you want me write anything specific?" her day was finally looking up. This is just what she needed after the disastrous game that had just happened.

She giggles. "It's okay. I was just joking. You can call me Emma. And no need to be nervous." She winked.

"Nice to meet you Melanie." Emma extends her hand to Melanie. "An autograph you want? Certainly." she picks up a piece of parchment and quill and scribbles.


To Melanie:

Thank you for your support.

Best wishes,

Emma Greene <3

"Here you go, Melanie. Thank you. I hope you had fun at the game." she said as she handed the parchment to Melanie. One down, who knows many left to go.

"Ooh, er... It's fine!" Kiri squeaked in a high-pitched voice. "I'm Kiri. I... I was at the match." She groaned inwardly. Of course she had been at the match.

She fumbled with her parchment and quill and proffered them shyly. "I... the autograph would be for my", she swallowed, "friend, Raiden. He couldn't be at the match, but he likes Quidditch. He's on the team, too." Reserve, she added silently. "I wonder if you could make it for him, I was going to give it to him as a... surprise." She could feel herself blush.

People were bustling all around her. Kiri tried furiously to think of something that the Quidditch player could write down on the parchment. She held up her arms helplessly. "Um, as far as the text goes... I-i don't know. What do you usually write?"

Colin raised an eyebrow at the crazy boy from before had returned over to his general direction. Personally, he couldn’t help but wonder if there was someone around that could take this young lad to St. Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. And what was up with this whole ‘I give better hugs to the Puffapods’ stuff? Did he seriously hug plants? Erm … cough … yeah.

“No, young man,” MacKenzie finally said, a little taken back that this mere boy was insulting him about his hug. Was there a problem with giving a one-armed hug around here? He didn’t think there was, especially as he was a little sweaty from the match. “I’ll pass on lessons, thank you. … And it’s Hot Scot.” Come on, that wasn’t even that hard to remember!

Setting thoughts about the Puffapod-hugging boy to the side, MacKenzie turned his attention back to signing an autograph or two for the kids. “Ah, yes! It’d be my pleasure, young lad,” he said with a smile as the boy handed over his autograph dairy. Taking note that this child already had Kip Norwood’s autograph in his diary, he signed his name with the quill in his hand. “Here you go, son.”

Now, where in Merlin’s beard was Norwood? That baby of a man needed watching before he ended up doing something stupid … -er.

“Yes, that would be me!” he said with a grin, staring at the boy with blue hair. Watching as he rummaged through his pockets, MacKenzie took this as a chance to take a few moments to look for Norwood. Rex was definitely going to hear about how that man-baby had ended up flirting with the Seeker. Ugh, that so would’ve been handled with if he had his own Beater bat out on the pitch.

“Ahh,” MacKenzie said, taking the blue gift box and opening it up straight away without a worry. Carefully pulling out the model, he chuckled to himself and read the note that came with it. “Ha-ha! How thoughtful. Thank you, son. … Hmm. Care for an autograph? Maybe some for your members at the club as well?”

However, just after he had started to look for Norwood again, one of the Hogwarts professors interrupted MacKenzie’s search. And the first couple of words she said to him already made him not like her. Perhaps she had been talking to Norwood? Most likely she was. She seemed to be something Norwood would call ‘a hot looking lass’ as he, unfortunately, knew the man and his ways (if you would even call them that). This was why he needed watching! Flirting with the Seeker during a match was bad enough for one day…

BLEH!

“Well, I’m sorry if my choice of words aggravated you, miss,” he replied, no smile attached. “I was simply complimenting her and her commentating. Yes, it was better than some commentators we have out there today, but some are better. “And I’m terribly sorry that you haven’t been to a Quidditch match with a commentator that met to your standards. … Though, we all have our own opinions, so go take a breather.” That wasn’t a suggestion either. It was an order. Oh! What now?

Turning on the heel of his Quidditch boots, as he no longer wish to talk to that rather discourteous professor any longer, he noticed that the young girl who had commentated the match was still there. From the looks of things, even though he was no mind reader or anything of the sort, she didn’t seem to be looking as cheerful as she had been before. Was it the hug? Oh, bother. Maybe, just maybe, that crazy boy did have something right.

“Hey, Miss Hopton,” he said, surprised he had even remembered that professor mentioning the little girl’s name. “You feeling all right? You seem to be … a little down?” If she was feeling down, MacKenzie had to keep Norwood away from here. Though, that was just a tad hard when he didn’t know where the man was.

“Hey! You mind doing me a quick favor, Miss Hopton?”

Lucy walked through the large white tent, searching for her favorite qudditch player, Emma Greene. Standing up on her tip toes, she looked past some rather tall students and noticed her standing a few yards away. Pushing her way through the crowds of students, professors, and quidditch players, she arrived beside Emma. "Hi Ms. Greene!" She said grinning. "I am your biggest fan!" She said.

Daphne would have pointed out to Plymouth that she didn't eat anything off a stick but he was already off towards Kizzie.

Men.

She had begun folding the autograph repeatedly before placing it in the safety of an inside pocket of her robes when she heard her name being called out. Who besides Pie called her Miss Hopton? The Help...and Professor Kazi. EEEP.

Spinning on her heels expecting to see him, Daphne breathed out in relief to only spot Colin Hot Scot MacKenzie. "I can't lie," she confessed, and she very well couldn't. Most of the time in any case. Honesty, brutal honesty as well, was something she did most. "I'm feeling a little disappointed." What was his point?

A favor? Her? Miss Daphne Hopton do someone else a favor? Where was Raiden Kururugi? Daphne's hazel eyes sought out for him briefly. He could help her in such a situation. "I suppose if it isn't incredibly impossible." Or tedious. Absolutely tedious.

Plus--it was Colin MacKenzie! He was still pretty. SO. PRETTY.

“Ahh, I see,” he responded. “Well, let’s change that, shall we? I mean, it isn’t every day when professional Quidditch players-” Minus Norwood. “-come to Hogwarts, you know.” He smiled a compassionate looking smile at Miss Hopton, whose first name was still a mystery to him. And there was no way he was going to get near enough to that crazy boy again, no matter how loudly he proclaimed he didn’t know the girl when he really did. I’m telling you, St. Mungo’s for him!

“Not to worry, not to worry, miss,” MacKenzie said with a little chuckle. “I’m sure that this little favor will be a pretty simple one. You see, I’m sort of looking for someone – to keep an eye on them – and I just need a little help looking for him as this is a rather big tent. You know Kip Norwood, right? Chaser for the Falmouth Falcons.” Whose hair is NEVER properly groomed to be seen by the public. Another thing I will need to yell at Rex about. “I’m sure you say him earlier today when you were commentating today. … Anyway, what I need you to do is hop on up on my shoulders so you can look around for him and tell me where he is. Up for the job?”

That should cheer her up a little bit, right? Hopefully. She would be the only person to ever do something like this…

Daphne was convinced that Colin MacKenzie reminded her a whole lot of her bodyguard/nanny Davis. He was tall, beefy with kind eyes. However, Davis wasn't exactly the most sociable of human beings and he insisted in pretending there was DANGER in every nearby bush, shadow and bucket. "Yes, I'm quite aware of that, Sir," quipped Daphne with a polite grin. "We're all very happy and honored that you've all agreed to play here. With us. Well--them," corrected the blond gesturing at Tino in the distance raiding the food table.

Lip Poopwell? He was looking for that horrible man? "Yes, I know him. We--exchanged words. Earlier," informed Daphne deciding she'd deduct 100 more points off Kip Norwood just because she could and just because his memory still irritated her. "If I must help you I suppose there's nothing I can--"

Eh? Daphne quirked a brow at Colin MacKenzie. He wanted her to get on his shoulders?

Errr.

"Sir, with all due respect," began the blond once more. "It's very generous of you to offer your shoulders to me." Right? "But I'd much rather stick to the ground."

Although this would be a perfect moment to enrage her Mother with a highly improper act Daphne would have to pass up on it. She was 14 years old, Merlin's Beard. What would people think? "You have very handsome shoulders though." Not wanting to offend him, she reached out and clapped him on the side of his arm.

Good chap, this one. 500 POINTS for trying.

She--SHE'S ACTUALLY TALKING TO ME.

Cam looked nauseous and dizzy at the moment but he tried his best to look normal if that was even possible. He was talking to like, his favoritest Seeker in the whole league! What the heck was he suppose to say next?? SPEECHLESS, he was entirely SPEECHLESS! "I... um... you..." he started off, still flabbergasted at her presence. He hadn't blinked since he talked to her. Right now he wanted his own eyes to savor this moment.

Ohhhh I should stop staring at her like this... she might be scared! "Uhhh," he started off again, thinking of what the autograph say, "Can ya make it say To Cam... aaaaand I don't know actually. ANYTHING could work after that," he said, because honestly he couldn't think so well right now. Being in front of Emma Greene TOTERRLY made his mind go POOF!

Oh Merlin, she'd been out a while. DARN THOSE BUGS. If only Colin hadn't stopped winking at her, Anastasia would never have noticed the bugs in her hair, and then she wouldn't have panicked, and then she wouldn't have crashed into Lars, and then she wouldn't have been knocked out and missed the second half of the match.

Which they had won, of course, no thanks to that lousy replacement captain tart. The woman had practically IGNORED Annie's head injury in her haste to take over the team, no doubt. Not that the redhead really knew, of course, considering she'd been out cold....

But no matter. She was here, she'd showered, washed her hair, and even cleaned up one of her salvaged pairs of Prada boots. Now for the autographs..... mmmm she did like those professionals.

Marching into the tent, Bunbunz immediately spotted her THE Hot Scot and rival captain. She started to sashay in his direction, flicking one long section of red hair over her shoulder as she walked.

And then she overheard him offering a shoulder ride to Daphne Hopton?! Merlin's pants, they just keep getting younger and younger...

"Captain Colin," Anastasia drawled, coming to a halt in front of the man. She folded her arms and flicked her blue eyes up and down his frame, smirking just a bit. "I'm glad you survived that Cream of Professional Soup - erm, match, I mean. Are you offering rides to the students now? Just the students?"

Ah! BunBunz! She was such a lovely Professor with such lovely boots! Daphne Hopton was momentarily distracted by their length, and texture and...lovely--intimidating vibe.

Daphne's hazel eyes shifted from the Professor's boots to her face then back at Colin MacKenzie. "Not to sound like a stick in the mud," chimed in the blond lifting a finger. "But I hardly think..." Anyone should be riding Colin's shoulders. "That riding shoulders can be a safe...endeavor."

Honestly.

Maybe she should take back her words and ride Colin's shoulders anyways.


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Ha. Ha. No. Never.

“How sweet of you,” he replied when Miss Hopton mentioned that they were happy to have the Quidditch professionals here. Well, at least most of them were happy with their appearance here at Hogwarts. That batty professor he had unfortunately exchanged words with earlier wasn’t pleased. Colin hoped the kids hated the subject she taught, whatever it may be.

Mackenzie’s eyes widened slightly when Hopton mentioned that she had talked with Norwood earlier. Oh, Merlin, hopefully Norwood hadn’t done something to make the paparazzi get a bigger pay in their paychecks or had managed to end up doing something he could easily get sued for. Yes, Rex was definitely going to hear a word or two (a whole speech, actually!) about Norwood.

Ahh, I see,” he said, after Hopton had clapped him on the side of the arm. “Thank you for saying that I have handsome shoulders. I’d be a complete wreck without them out there on the pitch, I would. Well, if you do happen to come across Norwood any time soon, just make sure you let me know. Hopefully he won’t do something incredibly stupid like-”

His sentence was interrupted when MacKenzie noticed a certain redhead making her way through to tent. Over to HIM! A large grin appearing on his face, he watched as the Captain for Hogwarts during the first session of that match halted in front of him. She did get those bugs out of her gorgeous red hair right? It looked like she had, which was a good thing for everyone – mostly him, however.

“Well, I had to survive in order to see you, miss, didn’t I? How else would I be able to see the first Hogwarts Captain after that terrible accident of yours if I didn’t?” he asked, trying to change to his Quidditch loss to a bunch of professors and little, hyperactive children (who seemed to make up most of the team, actually). Ha! That’s how Hogwarts won: they gave the kids a whole bunch of sugar. No wonder…

He chuckled when the redhead asked if he was just giving rides to the students. “Well, in a way, I suppose,” he began, still wearing that grin as he ignored what Miss Hopton had to say on the matter of shoulder-riding. “I was just asking Miss Hopton here if she’d like to look for Norwood for me on my shoulders, but she’d rather stick to the ground. One time opportunity. Though I could let you have a go, just for you.” Wink.

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Ah! BunBunz! She was such a lovely Professor with such lovely boots! Daphne Hopton was momentarily distracted by their length, and texture and...lovely--intimidating vibe.

Daphne's hazel eyes shifted from the Professor's boots to her face then back at Colin MacKenzie. "Not to sound like a stick in the mud," chimed in the blond lifting a finger. "But I hardly think..." Anyone should be riding Colin's shoulders. "That riding shoulders can be a safe...endeavor."

Honestly.

Maybe she should take back her words and ride Colin's shoulders anyways.


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Ha. Ha. No. Never.

'Not to sound like a stick in the mud' - well then, what did she sound like? A fun-killer, that was what.

"Thank you ever so much for sharing your thoughts, Miss Hopton," Bunbury answered the girl with a flick of her eyes, "but I believe I should be the judge of safety. Riding a broomstick would hardly be considered a 'safe endeavor' too, you know."

Not that Bunz minded. She rather liked the thrill of defying danger.

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“How sweet of you,” he replied when Miss Hopton mentioned that they were happy to have the Quidditch professionals here. Well, at least most of them were happy with their appearance here at Hogwarts. That batty professor he had unfortunately exchanged words with earlier wasn’t pleased. Colin hoped the kids hated the subject she taught, whatever it may be.

Mackenzie’s eyes widened slightly when Hopton mentioned that she had talked with Norwood earlier. Oh, Merlin, hopefully Norwood hadn’t done something to make the paparazzi get a bigger pay in their paychecks or had managed to end up doing something he could easily get sued for. Yes, Rex was definitely going to hear a word or two (a whole speech, actually!) about Norwood.

Ahh, I see,” he said, after Hopton had clapped him on the side of the arm. “Thank you for saying that I have handsome shoulders. I’d be a complete wreck without them out there on the pitch, I would. Well, if you do happen to come across Norwood any time soon, just make sure you let me know. Hopefully he won’t do something incredibly stupid like-”

His sentence was interrupted when MacKenzie noticed a certain redhead making her way through to tent. Over to HIM! A large grin appearing on his face, he watched as the Captain for Hogwarts during the first session of that match halted in front of him. She did get those bugs out of her gorgeous red hair right? It looked like she had, which was a good thing for everyone – mostly him, however.

“Well, I had to survive in order to see you, miss, didn’t I? How else would I be able to see the first Hogwarts Captain after that terrible accident of yours if I didn’t?” he asked, trying to change to his Quidditch loss to a bunch of professors and little, hyperactive children (who seemed to make up most of the team, actually). Ha! That’s how Hogwarts won: they gave the kids a whole bunch of sugar. No wonder…

He chuckled when the redhead asked if he was just giving rides to the students. “Well, in a way, I suppose,” he began, still wearing that grin. “I was just asking Miss Hopton here if she’d like to look for Norwood for me on my shoulders, but she’d rather stick to the ground. One time opportunity. Though I could let you have a go, just for you.” Wink.

"And I'm so pleased that you did survive," Annie turned back toward Mackenzie, warming up to him with a little grin. Obviously, he could care less about 'dangerous' activities. Tutut Hopton.

Briefly wondering where Nor Woods was and why the Hot Scot was interested in a forest, Anastasia took a step closer to the Quidditch professional and eyed his shoulders. "Hmmm, they look safe enough to me," she decided, gently brushing her fingers down one of his muscley arms before planting her hand on her hip. "But I'm wearing a skirt, you see, so I hardly think that would be appropriate. Shame it's a one-time opportunity." And of course she winked back.

Once more, Daphne averted her eyes. Yes, Professor Bunbury wasn't exactly someone who cared about safety--much. Her boots said it all. "I'll excuse myself," she mumbled raising a disturbed brow at the both adults. And er...yes. You two enjoy your one time opportunity. BunBunz was one to talk about what was appropriate or wasn't.

She was touching and flirting...in front of a student. Rolling her eyes, she slipped away hoping not to encounter that Lip Poopwell.

Reese was probably late. VERY late. She hoped that the Professional Quidditch Players haven't left yet, because she wanted Autographs! Specifically Drake Warren's autograph. She walked into the tent and looked around. Where was Drake? Since she didn't see him amongst the crowd, she wandered over to the side of the tent. She would wait until she saw Drake before she headed into that crowd.

MacKenzie tried his hardest not to look at Miss Hopton as if she were crazy like that crazy Puffapod-hugging boy or, maybe, even Norwood. Was this the real reason why she didn’t want to jump up on his shoulders? He could see why the idea of it might seem a little unsafe, but he was a Quidditch player after all! Quidditch involved a lot more danger for everyone, both playing and viewing, as the redhead professor had managed to mention. In addition, the fact that the professor herself stated that his shoulders looked safe for riding clearly eliminated any danger that could be involved in some way.

He could feel her fingers brushing down his arm ever so gently. Normally he would’ve stopped that from happened, especially if Old Lady Windershins had managed to somehow do so without him pay attention, just to make sure none of the fan girls started a riot. Fan girls were very important to Colin ‘Hot Scot’ MacKenzie, but there was nothing the fan girls could do in this situation as they wouldn’t dare take down a professor. He hoped that that was the case here at Hogwarts.

“What a shame, indeed,” he murmured as Miss Hopton left the two of them to be by themselves. “I’m sure I’ll have to give Rex an owl so that we can make arrangements to come back to Hogwarts again. I am willing to make another trip, that way you’ll be prepared then.” He winked again. “And, of course, I will have to be sure to reopen the opportunity, even though I did say it was a one-time thing, for someone to have a ride on my shoulders. Always can do so, if someone reeeeeally wanted a shoulder ride.”

"Daphne!!! DAAAAAAFFNEEE LOOK!" Celandine held up her arm with Quinn's autograph and what was PRACTICALLY a love letter written in permanent ink and waved it about.

She hurried over to Daphne's side and thrust her arm in front of her friend.

"I signed him tooooo."

When he saw Bunbury flirting with that Colin guy, jealousy started creeping in. Her touching the dude's muscles was not cool! I'm not getting an autograph from him, he thought giving a derisive snort and not caring if people saw that he was angry.

Then he saw her. Reese. "Peanut Butter Cup!" he called over to her waving. He wanted to talk to her to calm down. And he had momentarily forgotten why he was even here.

"It was nothing," Fyo said, giving the quidditch player a smile. "I've seen you guys play and you all are brilliant, even if this match didn't turn out in your favour." Because Hogwarts = Just too awesome.

Yup.

"Well, I have more autographs to collect," he said, giving Quinn a polite smile. "Tata! Waiit -" He had turned to go, and had now turned back again. "Have I told you that you're awesome? And that I can't believe I finally have your autograph?"

And with these words, the thirteen year old trotted off.

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"You go right a head," She encouraged, glancing in the direction of the Beater and back. "Nice meeting you, too, love."

Love.

She had called him LOVE.

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Must. Not. Swoon.

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Setting thoughts about the Puffapod-hugging boy to the side, MacKenzie turned his attention back to signing an autograph or two for the kids. “Ah, yes! It’d be my pleasure, young lad,” he said with a smile as the boy handed over his autograph dairy. Taking note that this child already had Kip Norwood’s autograph in his diary, he signed his name with the quill in his hand. “Here you go, son.”

Son? Awww, that was sweet, coming from a man like Colin. Honestly! Fyo decided he liked this man. Liked as in - a LOTTT. "Thank you," he said genially, taking his autograph diary as it was handed back to him. "It was great seeing you at Hogwarts. I hope you enjoy your time here, Colin!"

Now, where was Tor?

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He rolled his eyes at his best friend. He was so crushing on Kizzie. If there was anymore teasing about the Bunbury crush, he was going to threaten to tell Alice. hehe

After watching his friend walk off, he turned to Kizzie and said, "my name's Torin. And you can sign this." As he spoke, he took out a piece of parchment out from his pocket. Parchment he had put in there for today, He handed it to her, smiling.

"I am such a big fan of yours! You are amazing!"

Calm down, Torin...

There Tor was!

With .... KIZZIE! Ohmygosh, KIZZIE!

"Hey," Fyo said, making his way towards his best mate. "I'm back." He forced himself not to GAPE at Kizzie as he poked Torin in the ribs again - it was fun, y'know - his mind going "KizzieKizzieKizzieKizzieKizzie" in the meanwhile.

Must. Not. Swoon.

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Reese was probably late. VERY late. She hoped that the Professional Quidditch Players haven't left yet, because she wanted Autographs! Specifically Drake Warren's autograph. She walked into the tent and looked around. Where was Drake? Since she didn't see him amongst the crowd, she wandered over to the side of the tent. She would wait until she saw Drake before she headed into that crowd.

Spotting Reesekitty from one corner of his right eye [it was the right one, mark that!], Fyo half-turned to wave at her.

Could he look at Kizzie again, now?

Daphne was avoiding all familiar faces, especially that of any of the famous players. She'd see who would be excited to see THEM next time they ever decided to 'grace' Hogwarts with their presence once more.

"Hmm?" hummed Daphne blinking at her best friend. "What am I looking at?" Taking Cela's arm Miss Hopton blinked at the autograph. Curiously, she rubbed at the ink with her thumb but it didn't come off. "Famous?" Rub. Rub.

So. Lucky.

"You're so lucky!" squealed Daphne then pointed at Colin. "Colin MacKenzie wanted me to ride his shoulders." Giggle. "But I can hardly do that." Heights. Strangers. Not a good idea.

Brilliant idea. "You want to give it a shot?" Grasping Cela's hand she dragged her along before tapping Colin repeatedly. "Mister MacKenzie. I have an idea."